Abby knew how bad your picky eating was. If you didn’t like the options you simply wouldn’t eat. That’s just how it was with you. She understood, and never bothered you about it.

You smiled at her from across the table, sitting at a restaurant. A date she had surprised you with. She tripe checked the menu to make sure there was plenty of options you’d like.

You got a steak, cooked just how you liked it. So when the server brought it out. Completely wrong, but you just nodded at him. Giving a small smile and cutting into it.

Abby hadn’t noticed until you just stared at the steak. You’d ate your side of pasta but that was hardly enough.